Matrix Revolutions is a bad movie
That is all.
No wait, it isn't all. But it is a bad movie, it really is. Quite bad. I already knew that, but I hadn't seen it until this evening, so now I know how bad it is in grizzly detail. Even the fight scenes weren't very good. Oh well, it had to be watched.
So far, something I've noticed about LA is no biting bugs (except on that hike we went on) and no allergies (for me, that is). I didn't really think anything of it, because it's been winter after all, appearances to the contrary; so we wouldn't really have either of those things back home. But while there's still no bugs, I'm afraid allergies have been making their presence felt among the male members of our household: both Arron and me have been sneezing all day, in varying severities. Leah thinks I'm dying, I'm afraid. I don't know whether to be pleased at the sign that spring here might be normal, like spring elsewhere (not that I'm usually particularly susceptable to spring allergies, but whatever), or irritated, because, you know. At least I have a nice bed to sleep in now.